Chater 3 For as long as Benson could remember, Sierra had clung to him like glue, constantly meddling in his business. It was obvious that she adored him, but she always put on that aloof front, pretending she didn't care.

Her life was a quiet routine of reading, blending perfumes, playing the piano, and cooking-so dull, so lifeless.

Being around her felt suffocating like all the fun had been drained from his world. The only saving grace? She was obedient. There was no way she'd go through with breaking up.

She was just angry. Sierra had been mad at him before, plenty of times. He'd give her a small gift, toss out a few sweet words, and soon enough, she'd come running back to him with that same silly devotion.

"Just watch. Once this blows over, I'll send her a quick text. Next thing you know, she'll be at my place making me that special hangover remedy of hers. Women—you can't spoil them too much."

He spoke with utter confidence, certain she would never leave him. His self-satisfaction brought a lazy smirk to his lips.

"Damn, Benson! You've got your girl wrapped around your finger!"

"Honestly, I'm jealous. Even my housekeeper isn't as attentive as she is!"

Benson chuckled, draping an arm around Sophie's waist. "I'm in a good mood tonight. After we finish the cake, we'll head out for more fun. Tonight's on me—whatever you want."

her wound had soaked through half of her white dress, and the sight of it

clown staggering through the streets. Tears spilled down her cheeks uncontrollably,

the man stepping into her path until she collided headfirst into

"Mr. Gray!"

He quickly stepped forward, ready to pull away

immediate assumption was the usual—a shameless attempt by yet another woman to

collapsed to the ground. He blinked, momentarily thrown off. Was this

shifted downward, immediately catching the smear of blood now staining his shirt where the woman had collided with him. His brows drew together in a

didn't mean

drained, her limbs limp and unresponsive. Her vision wavered, dark spot

dark eyes flickered with a

the ground, and for a brief moment, disbelief flitted

her and reached out and

hotel entrance, her features

resonant and smooth, like the lingering note of

hazy, as though she were staring at a familiar face she couldn't quite

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